It’s late late or is it early early? I cannot tell as this is the lastest I’ve been up in a long while trying to come up with the next scenario in my marriage proposal.
I haven’t figured out what it is that I need to do. I haven’t figured out who this life will end with. Who will be the one that I ultimately end up with…the wild shot gun marriage or the single mother that I am so dear to?
Who is it going to be? Who?
So I sit here and the type the words to unwind this little mind, getting into the mindset to feel intelligent again; to fill my head with the witty charm that seems to come out around people now and not with my arthritic fingers. What a shame, what a shame.
Touch me gently as I type these words to fill the empty void, typing away as Pickles lie still, sleeping on the carpet instead of the bed that I got for him.
Such a playful goob that Pickles is. So young and mature at the same time. A old soul youngin like his father is.
Going away, going away, typing away, typing away.
Flowers galore, flowers a plenty, sending it to and fro with the sunny brightness of rhyme and words. Bright Light. Blush Crush. Words that string together….(some taken out here of course).
Cute and cute, funny and interesting. Words I wrote and a personality revelation to the one who was pleasantly surprised.
That’s your cousin. Ewwww are the thoughts. Mine too. Flattered to say the least, but c’mon….gay?
Feminine Feminine. I couldn’t help it that my mom wanted a girl….could I?
Sensitive. The mythical sensitive man that all women wish they had….but are too drawn by the bad boy drama that they love so much. Ever alone, ever alone.
Done done done. No more girls. No more relationships. Whatever comes will come my way. Not looking. Not attempting. Things could go either way and I’m fine with it.
Company company, all I need is very little company. Companionship of the four legged kind is all that I need at the moment. Something distracting from the daily grind of sleeping and napping.
Write write write. I need to get my ass to write. I can’t put the important words down on paper. I’ve lost the ability to string words together…to make a sentence, to write dialogue, to write a scene, to complete a script. Lost and gone. Lost and gone. My limited talent is limited to little bombs going pom pom.
Life just kind of empties out when you strive to do so much but are too afraid to do anything about it. The expectation and the yearning to do something more, but you are too afraid to take that first step. Empties Out. Nothing more.
Don’t expect anything. Don’t look forward to anything. Just let things come to you. Just let experiences come find you…and you will experience life as life was meant to be experienced. Don’t let new experiences come and go without jumping on board for the ride….who says you can’t jump on the bandwagon…jump on and scream Geronimo!!!!
Less of a disappointment. Lessen the pain. Don’t expect anything. Let things happen.
Whatever will be will be. C’est la vie.
sunny sunny glimmer shimmer
falling falling drop flop
splash splash tread dread
fear fear something nothing
live live cry die
Gibberish jibberish nothing makes sense nothing makes sense nothing flows right nothing is true nothing is real all of reality is lacking of punctuation as this sentence is words just crash into other words and other thoughts until it becomes a nonsensical jumble mess of jibberishness gibber jabbing of gib gab fan dab
Pickles on my floor. Pickles in my sandwich. Cut up pickles in my relish on the hot dog that I consume. Pickles here Pickles there Everywhere a Pickles Every Pickles there.
Lickity lick of wet nose and slobbering tongue. Jumping and jiving as we chase each other around the coffee table playing keep away and snapping at my arm because he thinks that’s play. Foolishness and just plain ignorance.
Tea tea, so late in the night makes me ramble like a goose in a gander falling prey to the crocodile in the water with flock of seagulls watching the consumption as some people go take on me with the a ha in the worlds.
Just been asked if I want to stay online. Yes I do. Yes I do.
Wide awake in the caffeine coma of oolong and water. Wide awake into the night with my 1s and 0s. Wide awake with my sleeping dog all stiff and still, waiting for his master to go into the bedroom because it doesn’t want to leave his side.
Night will turn into day and day will go into night and the cycle goes and goes as the world turns and turns like the tv soap opera on that television network.
RENT sings its little songs to my toe tapping ditty of joy and amusement as it makes me smile from ear to ear for its catching rhymes and tempos.
Light my candle will you?
Short and loud. Are you it?
Twin. What a coincidence.
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